Every one of us is a minor tragedy. Most of us learn to cope.

The end of the world was supposed to be gradual. There was supposed to be warning. A long, slow slide. What we got was punctuated equilibrium: a stately wobbling, then a sudden tipping point. There was plenty of warning, I suppose. We just weren’t paying attention.

You know," he said, "every time a vampire says he doesn't believe in lycanthropes, a werewolf bursts into flames.

BLINDSIGHT is fearless: a magnificent, darkly gleaming jewel of a book that hurdles the contradictions inherent in biochemistry, consciousness, and human hearts without breaking stride.

She said, "You're a warrior. So how do you kill without rage?" "In compassion. Because of necessity." Hrahima set the empty water bowl back in Samarkar's hands. "The same way you carry water.

The secret to getting away with lying, is believing with all your heart. That goes for lying to yourself even more so than lying to another.

Every one of us is a minor tragedy. Most of us learn to cope.